Elton John kicks ASS. Take a moment to forget about that wanky post-77 period we're all perpetually ashamed of; you know in your heart of hearts that the early material fucking rocked--and where it didn't rock, it touched your wee little soul. Don't remember? Go on, rummage through your mom's vinyl stash and find that crusty copy of Madman Across The Water, Tumbleweed Connection, the self-titled masterpiece or Honkey Chateau. Hurts so good, baby. Hurts so damn good...

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